A plane that must have only carried six people and lost a wing to the airport wall it careened into ended up on its back, a trail of debris and a gouged building in its wake. Focused as he was on carefully flipping this over, rocking it onto its damaged side, Hulkling was slow to understand this developing situation. When he did look up at Cassie's prompt, propping his personal project up with both hands and clawed toes planted firmly in the ground, he still wrinkled his nose in confusion. Wiccan was responding quickly, but Hulkling was calling, "What's wrong? Why are they flying like that?"
Of course, this didn't solve anything, and when the jet's flight didn't stabilize at Hulkling's expression of confusion, Hulkling let the wrecked plane drop heavily onto its belly with a terrible crunch. The jet was a little more life or death. He started at a run after Wiccan, wings flowing into formation on his back as he ran to spread, solid and formidable, when he made his leap into the air. Catching a jet in midair hadn't yet been added to his arsenal of skills, but Hulkling was ready to test the limits of his strength if it came to it. Or maybe just rip the top off it to get as many people out as the Young Avengers could.